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| Phil Barraclough and the quilt 'Sing me to Sleep' 2016 |
icy crackling days, cold dark nights.
Winter in the woods came upon my life
by my own design, to sit here a lonely
man
and there is sat a bird, a fictitious
thing of all ways
in nothing to see a beauty in grey and
green
its hungry eyes telling me to feed him
and all I had was bread to warm him
I used my coat and wrapped him in
yet unto my eyes he stared and to sleep
I went.
(I wake from the cold and find I have
shrunk
To a five inch fool.)
Phil Barraclough
From the project Sing me to Sleep with arthur+martha and VšĮ Socialiniai meno projektai. Working with homeless people in Vilnius, Lithuania and Manchester, England. Creating a embroidered quilt, poems, audio pieces and other artwork. Supported in the UK by Arts Council England, The Booth Centre and The Wellspring.
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